James McLain Poems

Shovel in both hands
And how roughly I treat the ground
Curious
Not even a little embarrassed
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Verily,
In the time's of today.
The rising water can release.
A father, that's wise!
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I filled every room that you ask,
Even the one without drapes.
Outside looking in one would think,
Nothing is left here but dream's.
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What does real treatment resistant depression feel like?

It's a bottomless ocean filled with dept's of such sadness,
Of being 'upset' unable due to their young age of being
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Not that long ago
It was as easy as teaching a child,
One, Two, Three.
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Artist's gathered here to live,
this warehouse
for to many was the difference
between becoming homeless.
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You have chosen sand,
And I the sea.
Where you live the star's,
Stand out.
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You are the moon,
That scattered star's.
Across the sky,
I waited for.
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Bending over in the surf,
I found a ring.
A ring once worn in love.
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Policies for oppressing the poor and minorities,
other's may lay in authoritarian policies.
Using one's unexpected rise to power,
who are able,
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